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| Story: A New Life - Chapter 27 Saturday, 27-May-2000 22:31:37
Two chapters within 24 hours.... I really don't have anything else to do but write, I guess. ;) Actually, things are really falling into place of late, so what do you do? You take advantage of it! The beginning of the end of this 2 month long story (has it really been that long?) starts with this chapter. Please, enjoy! Andrew scratched his head, a worried (and quite surprised) look on his features. He had only left her alone for a few minutes! ‘Where could she have gotten to?’, he asked himself. He took another look around his cubicle; only the ripped and torn remnants of her T-shirt and sweatpants left witness that Sarah Carter had ever been there. The journalist shook his head, looking a bit frantically around the maze of low-walled cubicles, hoping in vain to spot his friend. No such luck – she was nowhere in sight. Andrew was beginning to think that he needed to get moving and recruit some help in locating her when Ms. Wayne walked up to him. She, too, looked on the surprised side when she saw the empty cubicle. “Where did she go?”, she asked, looking pointedly at Andrew. He shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know, Ms. Wayne! I left her alone for a few minutes, as she wanted to at least try to put those clothes on that you very graciously procured for her. When I came back, she was gone!” The editor-in-chief’s mouth opened up to ask him another question. “And she didn’t say that she was going anywhere when I talked to her.”, he added quickly, having anticipated her next query. Her shoulder slumped. “We had her, Andrew….”, she mumbled, looking forlornly at the scraps of shredded clothing on his cubicle’s floor. “We had a golden opportunity to discover more about her - - and we let it slip right through our fingers.” Looking back over at him, she continued. “Well, it’s out of our hands now. The other reason I came back over here – besides to check up on our now-disappeared guest – was to inform you that the government has taken an interest in her. They’ve sent over two agents to talk to us and to her.” Lana Wayne turned her body slightly, allowing two previously unseen figures to walk up to the cubicle. “As you can see, she’s disappeared again.”, she said to them. Andrew, after seeing who it was whom his editor had been talking about, suddenly brightened up. It was they! The two women who had appeared at his cubicle several days ago, and who reappeared Monday afternoon at the courthouse! He looked at Lana, a small grin appearing on his face. They could help him find Sarah! But he needed to talk to them in a more confidential way. “Ms. Wayne, I can answer any questions they have. I’ve known Jane the longest of anyone here, and I was the one who interviewed her.” He raised up his eyebrows slightly, giving his employer a bit of a pleading look. Lana narrowed her hazel eyes, giving Andrew an evaluating once-over. Then, to his relief (which he tried to keep as hidden as possible), she nodded. “Okay. You and Sarah are probably the only two people here qualified enough to help these officials out.” Suddenly remembering something, Lana gazed around the area. “By the way, have you seen Sarah lately? She came by a while ago, telling me that she was going out to the park for a little exercise. I haven’t seen her come back.” Andrew thought fast. “Oh - - Sarah? Umm, yeah, I saw her while Jane was here. She told me that she was going back out to the courthouse to – to follow up on something. She said she’d be back soon.” He wasn’t sure that Ms. Wayne was going to buy that fairly flimsy explanation, but it was the best he could come up with. Fortunately she seemed to buy it. “Oh. Well, if you see her before I do, would you please ask her to stop by my office? I need to go over some of the details for tomorrow’s continuation of the Harris trial.” She nodded respectfully at the two women, turned on her heel, and walked back in the direction of her office. Andrew let out an audible sigh of relief. He glanced over at the two women, who, in turn, were looking back at him. “Ladies, I really need your help. Sarah came here a few minutes ago; she had transformed again, and was in fairly bad shape. She told me of another attempt on her life right here in this building. Two men, saying that they were working for Mr. Harris, gave her some sort of sedative to keep her down, and then tried to poison her. Fortunately, she was able to change and escape with little harm done to herself. But whatever they had shot her up with, it was pretty strong stuff. Even in her green body, she could barely walk straight.” He looked both of them in the eye, allowing some of the worry he was feeling to trickle out into his expression and voice. “I left her alone for a few minutes to change into some borrowed clothing….and when I came back, she had left. I really need to find her! I – I love her.” The two women gave each other a strangely knowing glance, and then both looked back at Andrew. “You stated that Sarah had heard these two hired assassins were working for Mr. Harris?”, Amy asked. Upon receiving an affirming nod from the journalist, she went on. “We had a talk with the president of the Stanwick Consolidated Freightways shipping company ourselves. It was most - - unenlightening. We do not believe that he had anything to do with these attempts upon her life. In fact, he did not seem to be aware of any such attempts.” A flash of insight exploded in Andrew’s brain. “Wait a minute….. Sarah told me that she, too, had confronted him about the attempts, and he also pleaded innocence. She believed him, and yet she confided in me that there was something strange about him. He IS under investigation for embezzlement from his own company….” Beth gave him an interested look. “Yes, we were aware of that. We think we also have a very good idea of who was behind the attempts upon Sarah’s life. We came here today to talk to her about it.” His eyes widened with realization. “Oh, my God….”, he whispered. “I think I know where she’s gone. She’s gone after Harris! She thinks he DID try to kill her! We’ve got to go and stop her!” He shot down the rows of cubicles, the two women right behind him. As he passed by Lana Wayne’s office, she stuck her head out, a question on her lips. But Andrews just said, “Something’s come up, Ms. Wayne! We’ll be back shortly!” Then he was past, the two women on his heels. Lana just shook her head and sat back down at her desk. ‘This has to be my lucky day!’, Harry chuckled to himself. After all of this time – all of this running around – and the answer had been right in front of him this whole time! He had been following Sarah Carter around some more, trying to see if she would, indeed, lead him to another meeting with the superwoman. She had gone into the park to jog, and he had followed as best he could, keeping her just in sight, but hopefully out of her line of view. Nothing had happened. She had jumped back into her car and returned to her office without incident. He had kept up his surveillance, but had begun to lose hope again. After some encouraging initial results, this lead was beginning to run dry, and he thought he was going to have to go back to square one. He watched her enter the elevator, and he took a second one. He wanted to talk to her directly about this, and see if he could get any sort of reaction from Sarah. He had reached the nineteenth floor before her elevator had, which he thought a bit strange. He had then seen that it had stopped. Both the sixteenth and seventeenth floor light had been lit, and he had guessed that the car had somehow stopped between the two floors. It remained that way for several minutes, and Harry had begun to wonder if he should find someone to call in the repairmen. Then, from behind the closed metal doors, he heard an agonized sounding screeching of metal from below. That sound stopped some of the people who had bee walking by, and they, too, paused and stood by Harry, listening to the loud and grinding sounds. Just over a minute later, the stairway door beside the elevators was flung open, and the green superwoman walked out. Harry tried to stay out of sight, but he needn’t have worried overly much. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her surroundings. Her eyes were partially unfocused, and she stumbled as she walked, the torn and tattered remains of clothing about her body. The same colors and styles of clothing that Sarah had been wearing……. And that’s when it had dawned on him. Sarah was the superwoman! Harry McHenry could hardly believe his good fortune. He had waited, not going following her for fear of discovery. Minutes later, as he had been sitting in one of the large overstuffed leather chairs opposite the elevators, he had peeked around the side of the newspaper he was pretending to read to see the journalist hurry into the working elevator. Tossing down the paper, Harry had practically fallen down the nineteen flights of stairs and shot out of the building’s lobby. He had just pulled out of his visitor’s parking spot when he spotted Sarah’s blue Toyota Corolla coming out of the parking garage. And that’s where he was now, on her tail, wondering where she was going, and hardly caring if he knew. ‘I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! That foiled bank robbery in the bank. She had disappeared, and the muscled green woman came out of nowhere. Then she vanished, and Sarah reappeared. I just put it down to her cowardice. But I should have realized that wasn’t the case. Sarah may be naďve and ideological, but she’s no coward. The only explanation left is that she’s in fact the superwoman!’ His paparazzi-themed magazine was going to love this, and he was going to be rich! He continued to follow her until she pulled into a large business park on Denver’s wealthy southern outskirts. He frowned; what could she possibly want in here? She parked in front of a particularly large office complex and quickly walked in. Harry got out of his car, too, and began to shadow her again. As he passed through one of the building’s large revolving doors, he caught a glimpse of the corporation’s name: Stanwick Consolidated Freightways……. Sarah Carter stalked through the black marble hallway, ignoring the friendly greeting from the overweight security guard at the main desk, and headed for the large bank of elevators. She paused; thinking of the incident earlier in her own building’s elevator, she decided on taking the stairs. Mr. Harris’ office was only on the fourth floor, so it wouldn’t be much of a climb. That is, if this outfit didn’t trip her up on the way. Sarah – for about the hundredth time on the way over from The Post’s office, tugged on the too-small skirt and jacket. Her feet felt like they were being squished inside the pumps she wore, and they were even open-toed. Andrew said that Lana had given these to him, and she recognized them as from the editor-in-chief’s own wardrobe. She was only an inch or so shorter than Sarah was, but obviously her body style was much different than the outfit’s owner. Sarah possessed quite a curved physique, even as a human, and Lana’s was on the smallish size. The blouse clung to her chest and breasts, the jacket only a little looser. The skirt would not give her legs much leeway to move, no matter how much Sarah tugged and pulled on its bottom hem. To top it off, she had not been given any underwear (not that she would have worn it if it HAD been offered), and her own undergarments were in small pieces in the elevator’s car back at The Denver Post. All of this, combined with the general feelings of anger and irritation Sarah already held, only made her feel worse, and even more willing to get this over with. ‘Michael Harris will answer for what he’s done to me! He protested his innocence, and I believed him. Damn it, I believed him….. I should have seen right through his little scheme. He just wanted to put me off-guard until one of his tries succeeded. And this last one almost did! I don’t even know what he wants me dead for! That will be the first thing I ask him, before I wring his little neck…..’ As Sarah began to climb the last story of stairs, she let out a gasp, stopping in mid-step. She looked down at herself; she could feel the warmth flowing inside of her - - and that brought the immediate knowledge that the transformation had, for the second time today, been instigated. She let out a moan and began to climb the stairs again, trying to focus on her ultimate goal: Harris. ‘All of this – uhhhhnn - - stress and anger – and these damned clothes! They – uhhhhh – they’ve started the change – again……’ As she took one step after another, getting closer and closer to the fourth floor, Lana’s clothing wrapped tighter and tighter against Sarah’s enlarging body, they’re already mismatched sizes shrinking even more as the woman grew. Sharp reports of leather cracking came from the floor, and Sarah’s toes suddenly felt relaxed and unencumbered. Looking down, she noticed that they had burst completely through the open-toed design, their thicker shapes spreading out, taking more of the shoes with them. With a couple of shakes of her swelling legs, the shoes came off, clattering down the stairs, and she felt the cold floor of the stairs on her growing bare feet. She reached out for the railing, somewhat unsteady as her body became taller, her center of gravity shifting upwards. Sarah watched as her expanding hand wrapped around the iron railing; the sleeves of the jacket were climbing up her forearms, already very taut. The cuff then broke apart, and rips began to open up all along the sleeve’s length. She could feel the swelling curves of her bicep pushing at the jacket’s sleeve, and then it began to split the material apart, revealing shiny light-green skin. That’s when she abruptly realized that her whole body was now that hue, becoming deeper and richer as she grew. Ripping noises from around her legs signaled that the overburdened skirt had already reached its tolerance, and was now bowing out to her longer, sexily muscled thighs. All of her clothes were tearing much sooner than usual, she noted. Lana must have been smaller than she thought. Sarah then reached the fourth floor. She turned the handle of the heavy wooden door with her growing green hand and pushed it open. She stopped for a second, looking at the floor map, grunting with the transformation as it continued to reshape her human body into its Gammonian counterpart. Finding the door number to Harris’ office, Sarah turned and walked down the hallway, getting larger, greener, and stronger with each step. The skirt was really losing its integrity now as her ever-lengthening and thickening legs took longer strides. She felt the borrowed blouse coming apart beneath the straining jacket, but she didn’t take her green eyes off the hallway. Still, she heard and felt as the small black buttons popped off, allowing the tearing blouse to open up and permit her inflating, firming green breasts the freedom they desired. The shoulders of her jacket were splitting open (the blouse beneath having done that previously), and she felt the rear of the jacket rip open, showing off her growing back. She read the number to the door nearby. 412. His office was 418. She was getting close. She shook her head to clear it of the thick, dark-green curls that had fallen there, replacing her shorter dark-blonde strands. Lana’s dark-gray skirt’s seams had, by this time, torn up all the way to the garment’s overstretched waistband. She just hoped that it would hold. She didn’t want to be totally naked; that would just make her even angrier with Michael Harris, and he wouldn’t like that at all. The blouse had given up any hope of remaining whole; it’s black strips hung tightly beneath the dark-gray jacket, not leaving much to the imagination as to how well-endowed and well-shaped Sarah’s rich green chest and breasts were. The jacket itself was hardly fairing any better, but as it was somewhat larger than the blouse, it stayed in somewhat better shape. But the poor skirt was being assaulted relentlessly. Some sharp tearing noises, and Sarah could suddenly feel cool air flowing over her buttocks. She reached behind her and, with her long green fingers, traced the smooth, defined lines of her cheeks through the skirt’s sparse dark-gray cloth strips. Frowning with embarrassment, the journalist narrowed her eyes and looked at the number of the door she was passing by. 416. ‘One more to go…’, she thought, feeling the transformation starting to taper off. She reached Harris’ door just as the last vestiges of the alteration wore off. Lana’s outfit was in utter shambles – even worse than Sarah’s own clothes usually ended up. There was nothing of the blouse left but a collection of short, ragged strips of black cloth. The jacket had risen up to almost mid-chest, just an inch or two below the large green mounds of her firm breasts. The skirt’s dark-gray tatters were dangling along her upper things and the firm swells of her butt. She flexed her strong, thick green toes against the expensive high-wear carpeting of the hallway, thinking of the best way to approach the president. “Aww, to hell with it…”, she mumbled in sexy, throaty tones, and raised her powerful green arms, her hands balled into fists…… To be continued Terry |
| Story: A New Life - Chapter 27 (Terry) (27-May-2000 22:31:37) |
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